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Suicide to Forestall Starvation -
Last week, a worthy and industrious German,
who had served faithfully for over two years of
war between the States in the Seventh Regi
ment of New York volunteers, drowned himself
in the Schuylkill, and his wife administered
chloroform to herself and her two little chil
dren. Cause poverty, impending starvation
and no gleam of hope in the future. The poor
old man had made repeated trials to obtain
work, so had his sickly wife. Their minds and
bodies were weakened by cruel anxiety and
insufficient food. The man made repeated ap
plications for assistance but none came. Mor
bid feeling began its work in the weakened
brain, and suicide seemed the only way to solve
the problem of increasing misery. The dis
tracted father of this suffering family wrote to
his pastor—a letter that with all its awkward
foreign diction is so full of painful pathos that
it makes the heart ache. Reading its broken
scarcely coherent sentences, one seems to see
the anguished, distracted working of the man’s
mind. It is as follows:
‘Dear Sir.—Will you be so kind, by reading
this letter, to consider if it is in your power to
do a distressed man’s last wish ? All I want
you to do is to speak to my wife and children
words of encouragement, %s I have to leave them
in great distress on account of not being able
to support them any longer. Oh! dear sir, I
have done all I could to obtain work, but I
could not. My neighbors won’t patronize me.
I can’t keep my family up. My wife, too, is
not able to get work, as she would lay her life
down to help me to keep my spirits up, and the
children, too, as they have not been brought
up without feelings; for they will feel it hard to
lose their father, for I know if you will talk to
them, they must have faith in the Lord. Be
kind to their mother, be kind to each other.
They will do so. I know. I am tired, oh! so
tired of life. Nothing but insults and disap
pointments, and, to be short, I often have to
hear people remark. If I tell my story, ‘I’m
too stupid to live.' Oh what do they mean to
call honesty stupidity? Yes, sir, honesty is
what made me poor, and helping others to heap
up riches. We have proof to show that we all
were an industrious family; that we tried to get
a little home for our old days, but real estate
agents swindled us out of all our little savings
and gave us worthless paper, and there they
lay worth nothing. Yes;I was stupid. I did
not understand the art of dealing.
Oh! Mr. Johnson, I myself am just as worth
less as these papers. I am getting old and times
have so changed—all old fashions to work are
thrown aside. If I attempt to try to get work
in a factory they look at me and say they can
not bother with old men to learn. I was for
sixteen years a soldier; always ereot and indus
trious in my duty; never any punishment; al
ways sober. Oh! sir, I am now twelve years in
business, all but these last four years prosper
ous, but swept by heartless villains and deceiv
ers into poverty, and, in these depressed times,
left without anything, and striving to fight the
battle of existence, and only for my age I
would not give up, but worrying and fretting
destroyed not alone my will but my senses too,
so that often I do not know what to do. Oh sir!
I must confess that by ooming to your church
you did save my children’s lives; you spoke
one evening of the flowers. Children should be
like flowers; should grow beautiful. Oh! I want
ed to stop their growth; wanted to take them
along with me. I suppose if I leave they will
be a great burden to their mother; a burden
to everybody, a burden to themselves. But
they are yonng, playful and thoughtless; soon
will forget their father, and maybe they will
meet with good Christian people, and soon for
get their father’s name—a name not worth know
ing.
But. sir, on the day of resurrection, if we all
be called—if all the good people will march to
God’s Paradise—I will have to go with the bad
ones; but I will suffer. It will be water to my
tongue to see these pretenders and deceivers
where they all may be called to suffer with me.
But I cannot think that the Lord will condemn
me forever, as I to my knowledge did all I could
to be honest; was never proud, and in good cir
cumstances gave with a free hand and heart
where there was need to give; loved the church
es and all Christian people. Oh, sir, I wish I
understood this language better to explain my
self better. I wish you could know me, I know
you would pray for me—the Lord be merciful
to me for coming to such an end. My father
was twenty-five years in the army. He was bu
ried with all the honors of a good soldier. I was
sixteen years a soldier, and how will I be buried ?
It is my fault certainly, for luck sent me by the
Lord, I was not careful to make use of, but
gave it to swindlers. But now the result. I am
old and helpless, deranged in my mind and
o&n’t bear it any longer. My wife only recov
ering from sickness of eight years’ duration
would relapse if some body would not speak en
couraging words to her. The children would
be left alone to the mercy of the world, and what
would become of them ? Oh! it sets me mad, if
I think of my situation. Oh! sir, I can write no
more—my eyes are getting dim with tears. I
wish good-bye, good-bye to all. Cii.uu.es Geist-
lich, 1,337 South Tenth street, Philadelphia. *
llapidly Gaining Wealth.—Honestly
won pennies fall into the pocket slowly.
Fortunes that spring up like Jack’s bean vine
have either no foundation, or are built up by
trickery and cheating. There is no rule more
unexceptional than that if a man gets rich
rapidly he does so to the detriment of some other
person. Some indeed accumilate wealthy rap
idly without incurring the charge of dishonesty;
for the world judges very leniently of success
ful efforts. But if their acts be subject to the
test of Bible law they will be found violative
of that sublime code. The merchant, by one
venture, gains a profit of many thousand. No
human law is outraged. But is not his gain
another's loss, and has he not broken that Divine
injunction which bids us have as tender a re
gard for the interests of our neighbor as for our
own ? Has he not. in making this lucky bar
gain taken advantage of some one’s folly or
misfortune? Ah! subjected to this test—and it is
by this that we are to be finally judged—how
few could come forth with the mark “honest”
upon them !
‘Women never invented anything’ cry the
oposite sex, but now, since the death of Emma
Bartlett the large saddle and bridle dealer of
Warren St New York, some man is moved to
acknowledge that she invented a longitud
inally ridged head-stall. We have not a very
clear idea as to what a longitudinally ridged
head-stall may be, but are thankful for the
concession that woman has invented something.
Surprising as it may appear, there Beems a
disposition among the Atlanta Constitution
attaches to deal in hare facts, 'Old Si’ having of
late pathetically depicted his own nnlaureled
youth as trouserless' and the ‘Patohwork’ Edi
tor figuring himself _or t hi8_ dappelganger as
‘Godiva’s Brother.’ , •
Summer Resorts—For yeir-i past Marietta,
Cartersville, Rome, Calhoun, Dalton, Tunnel
Hill, Ringgold, Lookout Mountain, and Chat
tanooga have been visited during the Summer by
hundreds of people who live in warmer climates.
This year extraordinary efforts are being made
to increase the number of visitors. Large ad
ditions have been made to the various hotels, and
they will be able to accommodate a larger num
ber this year than ever before. The different
towns in the mountains of Tennessee and "S ir-
ginia, on the Kennesaw Route, are also prepared
to entertain visitors at low rates.
The many Springs in Virginia are offering extra
inducements this year.
We have just received a ‘Guide Book to Health
and Pleasure Resorts on the Kennesaw Route,
furnishing a description of each city and town
between Atlanta and Washington, also notices of
each of the Springs, their water etc., etc. Each
book is accompanied by a colored map of the
United States, and also a map of the line be.
tween Bristol and New York, showing location
of Springs etc. A new feature contained in the
book is a list of farmers who are willing to take
boarders during the Summer months. This list
gives post office address, distance from nearest
(Continued from 1st page.)
‘Going away, Mr. Graham ?’
‘Yes, to be a year absent from home.'
She was silent a moment. When she spoke
again there was a slight tremor in her voice.
‘Where do you design going, if I may ask?’
‘I am undecided—perhaps to Europe. I am
going to travel. I care little what becomes of
me. I may never return.’
He was not looking at her; consequently he
did not see that the color had all left her face, j
She was beginning to read him; the truth was j
beginning to dawn upon her—not the whole I
truth, to be sure, but the mere fact that he was :
in love. A sharp pang shot through her heart, j
but with a determination to be brave she said in i
a low tone:
‘I think I understand you. Let me be ycur j
friend, please, and accept my heartfelt sympa- i
thy—’
‘I want no sympathy,’ he interrupted, almost !
sharply. ‘Why must I be pitied? It is that
that is killing me !’
Georgia drew back with a weary sigh. In e
tremulous, pleading, half-despairing voice, sh
exclaimed:
Mr. Graham, why do you dislike me ?’
He turned toward her suddenly:
‘Do you think that,’ he ejaculated, forgetting
himself;‘do you think 1 dislike you? Do you
fancy that such a thing ’were possible? Great
Heaven ! I have dared more than that. I have
dared to love you, George Stenroy—to adore you
The Kennesaw Route to Old Lookout.
Ye of the seaboard and lowland,
Who’d tlee from the sultry heat,
Don now your traveling dusters
And seek a Summer retreat.
Ho, for the mountain breezes!
Be off with three cheers and a shout*
Be off to the upland regions,
Via the Kennesaw Route.
Rely on my word, ye travelers.
But if you won't take it, why then
I’d advise you to call upon
The indomitable B, W. Wrenn.
He'll tell you all about it.
Will convince you r haven’t adoubt.
That the way to happiness
Is via the Kennesaw Route
Up on Lookout Mountain
Is just the place for ‘high,’
And those who’d like to prove It)
I'd advise them now to try,
And all ye weak and weary—
In otherwords ‘played out,’
If you’d have a breezy time
Then take the Kennesaw Route.
And you. ye pleasure seekers,
Whose aim is ‘lots of fun,'
Don’t fail to look up B. W. Wrenn,
And with him havea run.
He'll take you whirling, whizzing on
To rugged old Lookout.
You're bound to havea ‘high old time’
If you go the Kennesaw Route.
Savannah, J uue 1st.
Fast Timet—Thursday, Jane 12, the Pas
senger train on the Atlanta and Charlotte Air
line R. R. made the run here, from Charlotte,
267 miles in 8 honrs and 13 minutes, including
28 stops consuming one hoar and three min
utes. The running time was 7 honrs and 10
minutes, or an average of 38 miles per hour.
Every passenger was attended to, and all the
business of the road. The train was detained 3|
hours, waiting on a connecting line, and leav
ing Charlotteat 4-41 a. m, reached here at 12-53
a.m. just 53 minutes after it was due. The con
ductor was ‘Bud’ Brananand the engineer was
Fred Krog. It was excellent time and
demonstrates the superb condition of this
popular road.
Tourist.
The late Baron Justus von Leibig, the Great Chemist.
railroad station, price of board per week and per
month, how many each farmer can accommodate,
whether any mountains or rivers are near etc.,
etc. The price at farm houses varies from $8
to $20 per month, and in most cases several fam
ilies can be accommodated at each farm house.
Excursion tickets will be placed on sale at all
important stations and Springs on the Kennesaw
Route, June 1st, by railroads throughout the
South, at greatly reduced rates.
The Kennesaw Ronte, by its enterprise and
good’management now runs trains from New Or
leans, Mobile, Montgomery and Atlantato Wash
ington, without change of cars.
The Virginia Springs.—We learn that
the Kennesaw Route now runs a fast train from
Atlanta to New York, arriving in New York three
hours ahead of all time at present
College Announcements.
The 26th annual commencement of College
Temple, at Newnan, Ga., will begin on the 23rd
Inst.
The 5th, annual commencement of the Caroli
na Military Institute at Charlotte, N. C,. took
place on the 10th and 14th inclusive. Prof.
Thos. B. Bailey delivered the annual address
before the Corps of Cadets.
The 6th,annual commencement of the Gordon
Institute at Barnesville Ga will begin on the 30
th, and conclude on the 3rd, of July. Rev. J.
O.A. Clark D.D. will preach the Commence
ment Sermon, Col. Frank L. Haralson, of At
lanta, will deliver an address on the Junior
day, and Hon. Howard Van Epps of Atlanta on
Commencement day.
The first Commencement of this time-honored
Seminary under Dr. A. L. Hamilton’s new re
gime, begins on the twenty-third of June.
The programme of the week’s exercises is an
unusually attractive one, chief among the in
teresting features being a Literary Address by
Hon. Van Epps of this City—a fine orator and a
finished scholar. The regular exercises will be
varied by a brilliant musical entertainment and
by tastefully gotten up exhibitions of a pictu
resque and dramatic character. Many visitors
are expected and President Hamilton invites his
legions of friends to come and be entertained by
the exercises of his school, enjoy the fine, cor
dial society of Cuthbert, stroll over the College
grounds he has so tastefully beautified, and see
how he is trying to carry out his broad plan of
a thorough culture of women—the edneation of
brain and heart—of mind and manners.
The public exercises of Shorter College, at
Rome, Ga., under the direction of its popular
President, R. D. Mallory, will begin on the 23d.
The sermon will be preached by Rev. L. R.
Gwaltney, DD, On Tuesday, the 24th, Rev. G.
W. Yarborough will deliver an address, and on
graduating day the annual address will be de
livered by the Hon. John T. Clarke.
Father Genin reports Sitting Ball’s message
to the United States,—‘Tell them I am quiet and
will not fight nnless I am compelled to. I only
want one thing; I want to go back to my ow*»
land (the Yellowstone), where I can get plenty
to live on. I want none ol their goods or mon
ey.’
—to worship the very ground you walk upon—I
an awkward, unpolished, loHt, and you the
queen of the fashionable world, whose smiles the
wealthiest king on earth might be proud to win.
I was mad enough to love you, but never enough
to hope. That is why I am going away—to seek
forgetfulness.
Georgia had risen to her feet—had made a
movement as if to flee, and then stopped and
stared at him. Her face was ashen pale, her
lips compressed, her eyes burning with a strange
fire. Lawrence looked up, and saw how he had
shocked her; then he hated himself for having
told the secret which he had resolved to keep
locked up in his own heart.
‘Forgive me—’ he began; but she commenc
ed speaking at the same moment.
‘I—I—did not know that you—you loved me,’
she faltered. ,
‘And I did not intend that you should find it
out,’ almost groaned the man. ‘Forgive me !
forgive me ! I did not dare to hope—I was not
mad enough for that.’
She threw herself on her knees at the bedside,
and grasped his hand in both of hers.
‘There is nothing to forgive,’ she said, earn
estly. ‘If you have never hoped, you may now !’
He looked at her in amazement.
‘Miss Stenroy !’
‘Mr. Graham?’
‘You do not mean—you cannot mean—’
‘Yes, I do,’ she contradicted, in a choking
voice; ‘I mean that I love you—that I have lov
ed you for a long time. You are worth a thou
sand such men as those high-bred votaries of
lashion who have sued for my hand.’
‘This is too good to be true,’ gasped Law
rence, incredulously. I am mad—raving !’
Tt is true,’ said the girl, trembling with emo
tion.
‘And—and—Mr. Harker !’
‘I do not love him. I refused him yesterday,
for the third time. I care for no one but you,
Lawrence Graham, and I offer myself to you
now. Will you take me?’
‘Will I take you !’ be oried, huskily. ‘Oh
God! I never expected'..such happiness as
this.’ 11
His face, which was usu.-Jy so grave and sad,
was illumined by an expression of ineffable
joy, as he put his well arm around the unre
sisting girl, and drew her down to kiss her.
The mist had cleared away; they understood
each other at last; the light had burst upon them
like a revelation, and their happiness was too
great to be expressed in words.
It is needless to say that Lawrence Graham
gave up his intention of going abroad.
Father Genin says we mast let them have the
country north of the Missonri or there will be
war, the worst in the annals of our country. He
was with the three hundred warriors who hunt
ed buffalo last winter down in the vicinity of
Fort Peck and startled General Miles so much.
They had no hostile intent, but General Miles’
proposed pursuit would have been fatal to peace.
He warns our troops againstomoving into .the
Milk River country and following it to the line.
Miles’ idea to that effect would be disastrous,
and probably result in another Caster massacre.
A hot day and a corpulent Ethiop are very
muoh like the component parts of a sedlitz pow
der. When they meet there’s a sensation.
There hasn’t been a Western town npset by a
tornado or rent in twain by a cyclone for a whole
day. Go West, yonng man, go West, and blow
np with the country.
Death of William Cullen Bryant
One of the earliest literary lights of our New
World has been extinguished. William Cullen
Bryant is dead. He died on the 12th inst. at
his residence in New York having never recov
ered from his sudden seizure on the 30th of
May at the unveiling of the statue of Mazzini
in Central Park where he had.been one of the
speakers, and had sat for a long time with head
uncovered under the hot rays of the sun. He
has lingered since then, the ‘wave of life just
heaving to and fro,’ till at day-dawn on last
Wednesday
His quiet eye lids closed; he had
Anouier mom than ours.’
He was nearly 83 years old; he had been writ
ing for publication ever since he was fourteen,
and had written no line, that ‘dying he could
wish to blot.’ *
DRAMATIC NOTES.
ioing starring next
Woffington next
Miss Gabrielle Du Sauld is
season.
Mojeska is going to play Pe;
season.
Lotta and George Howard have made a hit in Bos
ton.
.larrelt A Palmer transplant “Uncle Tom’s Cabin’’
to London.
The New York Grand Opera House will be kept
open all summer.
Genevieve Rogers, “Maud Muller,” joins a stock
company next season.
All ofthe glaringly bright American stars have
gone into summer quarters.
(’. II. Morton is going to play Uncle Tom in Eng
land for Jarrett A Palmer.
The past season has been themost profitable one
that Shook A Palmer have ever had.
John T. Raymond gave a farewell dinner at the
Lotus Club, New York, on Tuesday last.
Lawrence Bai rett opened toau j?l,800 house at the
California Theatre, Sail Francisco.
Kate Claxton and her new husband will spend the
summer on the coast of Maine in a yacht.
London is the possessor of four hundred and sev
enty-two theatres, music lmlIs and concert-rooms.
‘‘Loveof Life ’is thetitleofa new' play from the
combined pens and brains of Tom Taylor and Paul
Merritt.
Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Florence contemplate playing
the “Mighty Dollar” at the Globe Theatre, Loudon,
early in June.
Max Strakosch says he wouldn’t marry a profes
sional, and scores of proiessionals say they wouldn't
marry Max.
, Lotta has a charming villa at Newport. She and
her mother, old Mrs. Crabt ree, propose to occupy the
same thissummer.
.The tattoed Greek left Barnum’s show at North
ampton, Mass., on account ot a quarrel with Col.
Goshen, the giant.
A Boston writer says: “Mary Anderson imper
sonated Pauline with great good taste, hut not ul-
ways with so much softness as is desirable.”
Mrs. Barney Williams, taking the wise counsel of
her friends, will not return to the stage. She has
money enough tosupport liej; without actingagain.
p J ohn E. Owens was arrested in Sacramen to for not
taking out a license. lie went tojailin thecostAime
of Solon Shingle, and amused the people there with
iiis Yankee dialect.
Miss May Davenporte lias accepted an engage
ment at the Standard Theatre, New York for next
season. There is some prospect of her playing a
brief engagement at Wallack's Theatre after her re
turn from England.
Gilford, while performing on the tight rope in Wie-
lan’s Circus, Dublin. Ireland, May (itii was precipita
ted to the floor, a distance of forty feet, by the
breaking of a guy rope. His body was fearfully
shattered. No hope was entertained ofhis recovery.
Maggie Mitchel is worth S150.000, Mrs. .John Drew
near §200,000. Mrs. Lander was fortunate in making
money, but much of the same was expended by the
iate Gen. Lander in patriotic purposes. Lucille
Western was at one time worth SJOOJM), but died
poor.
A Little Fail.
If two hogsheads make a pipe, how many will
make a cigar ?
What word may be pronounced quicker by
adding one syllable to it ? Quick
A splendid ear, bat a very poor voice, as the
organ grinder said of the donkey.
Whose best works are most trampled on ? A
shoe maker’s, because good shoes last longer than
bad ones.
A Utah paper says: ‘The pretty girls in this
territory used to marry Young, but they wont do
so any more.
An editor having asked an Illinois farmer for
crop news, received this answer: ‘And now the
leaper reapeth, the mower moweth, and the lit
tle bumble bee getteth up the busy granger’s
trouser legs and bumbleth.’
A young Oil Citizen calls his sweetheart Re
venge, because she is so sweet—Oil City Derrick.
And the young married man on South Hill calls
his mother-in-law Delay, because she is danger
ous.—Burlington Hawkeye. And a South End
man calls his wife Fact, because she is a stub
born thing.—Boston Globe. And a fourth dis
trict wife of an attorney calls him Necessity,
because he knows no law.
The young man who boasted that he could
marry any girl he pleased found that he could
not please any.
Mr. Hayes’ seat will not be disturbed. They
will merely scatter a few tacks in it
We are informed that “the price of diamonds
was never so low as at present, and now is a
favorable time to purchase them.” This is wel
come news. We shall taka our market basket
this evening and go out and purchase our next
winter’ stock.
Two young men went fishing the other day,
and on returning were going past a farm house
and felt hungry. They yelled to the farmer’s
daughters: ‘Girls, have you any buttermilk?’
The reply was gently wafted back to their ears:
Yes; but we keep it for own calves.'
The Peace Bells are ringiag in Cuba. Te
Denms and Peace Festivities are the order of the
day all over the Ever Faithful Island. The so-
called President of that broken babble—the Ca
ban Repnblio has been shipped to St Thomas,
with his companion-insurgents. So all is lovely
in loyal eyes. How long to continue? The
snake is scotched, not killed.
'Give this man a consulate in a warm climate,
said the President in reference to the Anderson
claim. Mr. Hayes is widely known as a mild-
spoken man.
No base ball pitcher is now eonsidered expert
unless he can curve the ball into the batter’s
stomach three times in every possible five.
"W I’itiiRS fill - the Press—Waste no time
on introductions. Don’t begin by laying out
your subjects like a Dutch flower garden, or
telling your motives for writing. The key note
should be struck, if possible, in the very first
sentence. A dull beginning often damns an
article; a spicy one whets the appetite, and com -
mends what follows to both editor and reader.
Above all, stop when you are done, Don’t let
the ghost of your thought wander about after
the death of the body. Don’t waste a moment's
time in vindicating your production, against
editors or critics, but expend your energies in
writing something which shall be its own vin-
dicatio n.
The Women.
In commoratioD of the marriage of her son,
W. W. Astor, to Miss Paul, one day last week,
Mrs. John Jacob Astor made to the New York
Children’s Aid Society a donation of S150Q for the
purpose of furnishing homes in the West for 100
boys.
A married lady, who was in the habit of spend
ing most of her time in the society of her neigh
bors, happened to be taken ill, and sent her hus
band for a doctor, who ran a short distance and
then returned, exclaiming, ‘My dear, where shall
I find you when I come back.
An old neighbor of President Lincoln, at Old
Salem, thus describes his grief at the death of
Miss Rutledge, whom he was engaged to marry:
‘Lincoln took it so much to heart that we
thought he would go crazy. He wrote mourn
ful verses from Burn’s poems with clalk on the
fences, and hummed sad songs for a long while.
Mary Todd was a nice girl, but she couldn't
hold a candle to Ann Rutledge.’
Mrs. Fremont, wife of the General, who has
just been appointed Governor of Arizona Terri
tory, is described as having ‘what rarely falls to
the lot of anyone—a beautiful youth, followed
by a no less handsome middle age. Her hair is
now as white as snow and very abundant, and
her fresh complexion and animated play of fea
tures eombine to make her a very distinguished
looking woman'. Her conversational powers are
unrivaled, no less for her ready flow of choice
language than her selection of topics of interest.
Eliza Maury, daughter of Captain M. F. Mau
ry, is at the head of a woman’s movement in
Virginia to rescue the Old Dominion from dis
grace by paying its debt. She proposes organi
zation and appointing an agent in every town
for the ‘Woman’s fund for the liquidation of the
State’s debt.’ Country people are invited to
contribute a pound of butter or a dozen eggs,
and ‘town folk need not give quite as much as
usual for their best bonnet and dress.’
A t a spiritual seance in Boston, on Sunday
night last, a curious gentleman pulled the cur
tain aside and captured Mrs. Boothby, the me
dium, with a moustache on, with the aid of which
she had been identified by one of the belieyers
present as the spirit of a departed son. This
discovery broke up the harmony of the condi
tions,
When Miss Ophelia, at an art exhibition, cast
her eyes for the first time upon Powers’ ‘Greek
Slave,’ she immediately exclaimed, ‘How shift
less!’
The Men.
Mr. Henry Watterson thinks ‘it is all non
sense’ to talk about the sacrednesa of Mr Haye’s
title.
Mr. William Allen Butler, the New York law
yer, best known as the author of ‘Nothing to
Wear,’ lost $50,000 worth of railroad bonds out
of his safe. Shortly after the robbery was dis
covered his confidential clerk, named Bnshnell,
disappeared, and then it turned out that he had
taken the bonds, hypothecated them and spent
the money in stock-gambling.
Henry Lickner, who is imprisoned in the
Pittsburg penetentiary, on circumstantial evi
dence of having killed a man last November,
has lately confessed that he did commit the
deed, but in self-defence. He has donated all
his property to charitable purposes, giving
among other things, five hundred dollars to es
tablish a jail library.
‘What in thunder makes you look so gram.
Tom ?’
‘Oh, I have had to endure a sad trial in my
feelings!’
‘To your pheelinks! what on airth was it ?’
‘Why, ahem! I had to tie on a pretty girl’s
bonnet while her mother was looking on.’ j
Had Wilkes B ioth waited a few years he might
have attacked a President of the United States,
with less danger to himself. The Democratic
Booths don’t shoot—they merely start a one
sided investigation.—Kevin’s Press.
A most pregnant sermon in short metre was
that of a man named Barlow, in Louisiana, to
his assassin: ‘You may pray till you die, but
the Lord will never forgive you for shooting a
man in the back.’ The murderer was so im
pressed by these terrible words, that he has
twice tried to kill himself.
Good old Father Gobright has stepped down
from his long-held position, as Washington
agent of the Associated Press, and taken his
place among retired journalists.
Charles Kingsley.
Died with his harness on—the broad swords leaping
The wild tight surging fast. K = ”
Sore wounded,weaker with each stroke, yet keening
His stout front till the last! v ®
When others, faint of heart, sankldown disnairino-
He cheered the battle on. p
To his last life-drop still that gay smile wearing J
As if the day was won. 6 ’
And was it not? Does truest, noblest glory
In shallow triumph lie?
They longest live, in song and story
Who die as martyrs die.
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